My Fault - Minsung

Last time in love

Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you'll be mine
Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

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It all went wrong when the day finally came.
They were all returning from the shoot.

No one was talking to him. No one asked him what was wrong.

'It's his fault. Let him learn. He'll apologize.'

All this was too much.
Something pierced him from inside. A thorn. A patch near his collar bone starting bruise.

'Jisung' he whispered, his voice barely audible.
But jisung heard him.

'What? '

'I am sorry'
Dark blood red flowers gushed out of his mouth, covered in blood.

Minho sat there spluttering and coughing and everyone else stared in shock.

'Minho' Chan rushed towards him.

'It's fine' minho mumbled another thorn piercing him.

'No it isn-'

Minho blacked out .
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Minho woke up, he was in a bed, in a hospital.

'Hyung are you fine? ' Jisung asked, slightly touching minho's forehead.

Minho flinched. But nodded.

'Why? ' Minho looked up to see Chan also beside him 'Why didn't you tell us? '

' I couldn't... I couldn't ruin the life of the person I loved. '

'Who is it? ' Jisung asked

Minho looked at him. Han's brown eyes piercing his with a stare.

'It's you. '

Jisung looked horrified.

'What?! No it can't be. I what. I am sorry excuse me' he said and got up. Chan looked at Minho a moment and got up as well.

'No Chan you be reasonable I am not going to act to be in love with him. '

'Jisung pleas-'

'No, I love him but as my hyung, as my friend but nothing more. '

'Jisung he will die. '

'He will die in any case if I lie. There is no point-'

Minho heard Chan and Jisung speaking from inside and that was sll it took. He would never get jisung. Jisung didn't want him.

'It's my fault' tears started spilling

Multiple thorns pierced him. The flowers choked him. His eyes closed.
His heart rate shot up. He started gasping for air. His hand reached his pocket to find a sheet of paper.

And at last, his mouth opened and a dark black rose, came out, it's stem and roots crushing his spine.

The rose stood straight in the air, magnificent, covered in blood, leaves finally free, stem brown and strong.
And Minho took his last breath as his hand fell.

And he went into the unknown. His spirit finally free, away from the love that killed him.